Darkness, spreading.
Rain, pattering.
Shenzhen.
A slender figure stands atop the Land King Building in the heart of the city. Glass shattered, his silhouette sways with the wind.
Sporting a buzzcut and clad in a black combat suit, his face is indiscernible in the dark.
He stares blankly at the acid rain trickling down the windowpane.
Before the apocalypse, the world was populous, and walking amidst the bustling crowd always invoked an inexplicable sense of unrealness.
Some revel in the commotion, while others, amidst the feigned bustle, strain their brains to learn the art of conversation for the sake of livelihood.
After a busy day of work, one returns to a single dormitory under the moonlight, with the evening breeze, eating takeout alone in a daze.
The lengthy nights are like poison; human life requires not just food, but ample spiritual fulfillment.
He is lonely, yet he savors the solitude.
